Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Cheap stage Duct-taped cord in my hand Stale beer Stamped X’s on the back of your palm My throat Rips out every lazy word Your eyes Dare me to go too far [Chorus] Cut Cut Crowd eats the mic I start the line You steal it (hey!) Stop Start Teeth on the bite We burn the hook You feel it Crowd eats the mic I lose my voice You scream it Cut Cut Crowd eats the mic We tear the roof Don’t heal it [Verse 2] Bass line Skips like a kid on a ledge My head Pinned to the kick and the crash You jump Sweat shakes right off the lights This night Chews us and spits us back [Chorus] Cut Cut Crowd eats the mic I start the line You steal it (oh yeah) Stop Start Teeth on the bite We burn the hook You feel it Crowd eats the mic I lose my voice You scream it Cut Cut Crowd eats the mic You take the song You mean it [Bridge] [Drums drop to toms Bass going wild on a single riff] Hey— (I can’t sing) Hey— (you sing for me) Hey— (fall out, fall in) [Band hits—choppy stabs Hard stops] Fall— (in, in, in) [Chorus] Cut Cut Crowd eats the mic No single star We’re bleeding (woah) Stop Start Teeth on the bite You rip the words I’m reeling Crowd eats the mic Floorboards shake Paint peeling Cut Cut Crowd eats the mic One last shout Then silence kneeling
Tags
rock, ’94 basement grunge, male vocals, blown-out guitars with palm-muted churn under a snarling lead. Verse sits in a tight pocket over a manic, pick-driven bass that jumps octaves and slides between roots, drums pushing with flammed snares. Choruses explode with gang vocals, chopped start-stop hits, and feedback stabs; bridge drops to bass-and-drums chant before the full band slams back in. Mix gritty and hot, vocals strained and right on the edge of breaking., grunge, vocal
Duration
3:39
Instrumental
No
Created
2/19/2026